Toby tweaked a sleek lock of Louises hair. Dont tease, he said firmly. Say if youll stay or not.
Toby had lived with two feminists for all of his married life. He had never had to tolerate coquetry. He had never had to bear the uncertainty which most men learn to endure. Make your mind up now, he insisted. I need to know whether or not to put sheets on the spare bed.
Louise responded at once to the voice of bracing nononsense comradeship and wilfully cast aside the centuries-old tradition of female manipulative power. Ill stay.
Toby finished his drink. Ill get home to my cooking then. Ill give you a lift. Are you meeting at the Womens Centre?
Louise finished her wine. Thanks.
They walked to the car park. In the shadowy interior of the car Toby reached for Louise and turned her face towards him. Her skin seemed very pale, almost translucent, her eyes a very dark brown, her hair silky and soft to the touch. Toby felt desire rise in him like a gourmets saliva when he anticipates a meal. There was something so exquisitely lavish about having two women under the same roof. Louise, since her move, was more precious to him than she had been before. He had been starting to take her for granted after nine years of domestic adultery. But now, when she came into town there was a scent of strangeness about her; she was a different woman and the philanderer in Toby rose to the challenge of novelty.
Louise rested her head against his palm and let his fingers trace the line of her temple, of her cheekbone. She had slept with half a dozen men during the course of her affair with Toby but not one touched her as Toby could do. When they made love, though they never said, they both listened for Miriams key in the lock, and feared her sudden unexpected return. It was a thought which would always bring them both to successful, mutual climax. It was a wholly secret affair: rich, even rancid, with adultery. Nothing else for Louise could equal that sexy frisson of betrayal and guilt.
You smell of outdoors, Toby said.
Louise smiled.
Lets go up to the Downs, Toby suggested, cupping her face in his hand. You can be late, cant you?
Miriam would never be late for a meeting. She allotted her time in tidy effective parcels.
Louise remembered this as she turned her lips to Tobys warm palm and let herself lick and then nip him. Yes, she said.
Miriam was chairing the Fresh Start committee meeting. She glanced up with irritation when the door of the committee room opened and Louise came in late and slightly flushed. Im so sorry, she apologised. Car trouble.
Miriam nodded. We were discussing the number of entrants to the science and industrial courses, she said. Theyre not very satisfactory.
Louise took her place between two women. On her left was a postgraduate student specialising in feminist studies, an earnest girl with cropped hair and deliberately plain glasses. On her right was Naomi Petersen, deputy head of the school of Sociology, elegantly dressed in a pale grey suit.
Our own background is dominated by the humanities, Naomi offered. Were probably not offering adequate models.
Miriam nodded. We need more women who work in technology and industry on the committee and especially at the open day.
I suggested some months ago that we approach Sci/Ind direct and tell them the problem, Naomi said smoothly.
There was a visible stiffening around the table among the eight members. The engineering students were notorious for their hearty jovial behaviour. None of the women wished to seek help from that department believing that the professor, an industrial chemist of nearly sixty, was as likely to pinch their bottoms as his boyish undergraduates.
Theyre not savages, Naomi snapped irritably. They have a positive discrimination policy. Their problem is recruitment from the schools. Girls are discouraged from industry and engineering long before they consider their A levels.
Perhaps we should work with local schools, Wendy Williams said softly from the end of the table. Go to the source of the problem.
But we want women undergraduates next year, Naomi replied.
And role models for open day, Miriam reminded them.
I dont think that Sci/Ind is a very empathetic place, Josephine Fields remarked. Her enormous earrings clashed like temple gongs as she turned her head one way and then another. Theyre male dominated, their noticeboards are full of sexist jokes, in the workshops they have demeaning posters. I think we should campaign to change them, before we even consider encouraging women to attend. Theyve got to change. I dont see why we should ask them for help.
What exactly are these jokes and posters? Naomi demanded.
Ive looked through the window, Josephine insisted. They are offensive.
Miriam glanced at the clock. We have to take a decision on this and move on. Is there any way we can recruit local trained women for our open day? Its very soon, remember.
I dont want this issue swept over, Josephine said. She stared at Miriam challengingly. Theres no point in us meeting as women if were going to behave like men. I thought we were having a free discussion not having to rush through a masculine-type agenda, in disciplined male-structured ways.
I suppose we dont want to be here all night, Naomi murmured softly. Whatever gender the meeting is.
Josephine rounded on her. I suppose we want to be here as long as it takes to reach a consensus, she said. Till the problem is solved in a consensual agreeing way. It is men who suppress discussion by imposing unnatural structures and time limits. I thought we were sensitive to natural and organic rhythms, not patriarchal and capitalistic timekeeping.
Im sorry, Miriam said shortly. She did not sound particularly sorry, she sounded exhausted and irritable. I didnt mean to be heavy-handed. I didnt understand the complexity of this issue. I thought we were just trying to recruit more women scientists for the open day.
I think theres a wider issue about whether the Science department is capable of accommodating women students in large numbers, Josephine declared, joyfully widening the issue yet further. Im not happy about trying to recruit mature women students and sending them in there at all.
The alternative is that they dont go to university, Naomi said rather sharply. Are we advising them to stay home and have children instead?
Josephine flushed. How can we recommend them to attend a course at this university when we know that the course is sexist?
Naomi smoothed her hair at the back where it was drawn up into an elegant roll. I dont think we exactly know that, do we? We know that youve looked through the window and seen something you didnt like. But has anyone been round the department? Does anyone know any students or tutors there?
The women shook their heads in unanimous disapproval.
So what did you see that was so dreadful? Naomi demanded.
It was a very offensive calendar, Josephine said. Advertising Unipart.
Naomi gave an ill-concealed snort of laughter. And what did it show?
It was a picture of a half-naked woman astride a grossly enlarged spark plug, Josephine said doggedly. Is anyone going to tell me that this committee believes that that is an acceptable image of women and technology?
The women shook their heads in unanimous disapproval.
So what did you see that was so dreadful? Naomi demanded.
It was a very offensive calendar, Josephine said. Advertising Unipart.
Naomi gave an ill-concealed snort of laughter. And what did it show?
It was a picture of a half-naked woman astride a grossly enlarged spark plug, Josephine said doggedly. Is anyone going to tell me that this committee believes that that is an acceptable image of women and technology?
Naomi glanced at Miriam, inviting her to share the joke.
Perhaps we could speak to the head of the department, Miriam suggested wearily. But I really think that it is important to recruit mature women students into the department.
Into a place like that? Josephine demanded.
Wendy nodded in agreement with her. They are openly showing pornography, she said quietly. We know this encourages men to see women as sexual objects, and encourages violence against women. The statistics are very clear, Miriam. We cant send women in there, its not safe.
At the key words sexual objects and safe three other women nodded solemnly, their gigantic earrings clashing like cymbals. They had invoked a code as powerful as that of a Victorian drawing room where the word improper once held the same power. No rational discussion could possibly follow the invoking of the word safe. If a woman knew she was not safe, thought she was not safe, or even fancied on entirely mistaken evidence that she was not safe, then nothing could be said to dissuade her from her fear. It was a key taboo, and its invocation marked the complete end of all reasonable debate. Miriam threw a despairing look at Louise.
Louise responded. Id be prepared to take a message to the head of Science/Industry from this committee, drawing the posters and noticeboards to his attention, she said. If hes prepared to take them down then perhaps we could feature his department in our open day. Itd show he was open to education. There must be women working in the department who might be prepared to come and represent the department at the open day.
If there are women working in that environment then I think we should form a subgroup to discuss the issues with them, Josephine persevered. Theyre being bombarded with male obscenity every day of their working lives. We should be working with them.
Thats two motions, Naomi observed, nodding at Miriam prompting her to move on.
Miriam shot her a look which was neither grateful nor sisterly.
Cant we set up a women-only Science and Industry department? Wendy asked. Housed in the same buildings but working alternate sessions. So that we train new women scientists and engineers by experienced women scientists and engineers in a safe and segregated environment.
Naomi Petersen made a muffled exclamation. We havent organised an open day yet, and weve been discussing it for twenty minutes! How the hell dyou think were going to organise an entirely new university department?
Josephine smiled at her. Thats a very negative attitude to Wendys interesting suggestion, Naomi, she said with slow triumph. And a very unsupportive tone of voice. A lot of womens groups have found that separate development solves many problems. I think we should consider Wendys very imaginative idea.
Miriam rubbed her face as if struggling to stay awake. Wendy, would you like to make a report on this, and bring it back to our next meeting, next Tuesday? And Louise, would you approach Sci/Ind and tell them our concern about their noticeboards? And Josephine, would you like to find out how many women are working at Sci/Ind already, staff and students, and we can then consider your idea for a subgroup at the next meeting?
There was a rather disappointed consensus, but the most disaffected members had been skilfully lumbered with tasks and were reluctant to open their mouths for fear of incurring more chores. Miriam was no slouch in the chair. She glanced around the table. Does anyone want to say anything more about this item? she invited. Absolutely sure? OK. Next item is crèche provision at the university. Susan has a comment.
Louise and Miriam walked home from the meeting. Louise carried some of Miriams box files. Both women were inwardly seething at the way the meeting had gone but neither could voice a personal attack against one of the sisterhood. It must be done; but it would have to be done in code.
Im very concerned about Josie, Miriam began in a pleasant tone after they had walked for a while.
Louise glanced at her.
She seems very stressed, Miriam said. Stressed was a codeword for behaviour which in conventional society would be regarded as unreason verging on insanity.
She is tense, Louise agreed. Of course she has personal problems. Josephines long-term woman lover was a student in Naomi Petersens department and had briefly enjoyed a staggeringly glamorous fling with her. The open nature of Josies relationship and the general myth of feminist solidarity precluded any complaints when Naomi suddenly favoured the young woman, took her to London to see experimental theatre, kept her overnight at her Brighton flat, lent her books, cooked her meals, and then with equal suddenness sent her, reeling with delight and totally unmanageable, home to Josie.
Neither Louise nor Miriam would discuss other peoples sexual affairs. They adhered to the belief that these matters were private and that any curiosity was vulgar and prurient. Even when they were longing to dissect a piece of rich gossip their conversation had to be conducted in a code as arcane as that of an Edwardian parlour, and always had to indicate first and foremost their concern for the people involved. Josie is bound to find it difficult to work with Naomi for a while, Miriam said. Considering her relationship difficulties.
Louise nodded. I understand that Josie and Viv are talking about a trial separation ever since Viv spent time with Naomi.
Miriam widened her eyes but was too restrained to demand details. Thats unfortunate.
Viv seems to think that she may have a future with Naomi.
Oh, Miriam said. I wouldnt have thought Naomi was ready for a commitment.
Viv is very determined. I think she went round to Naomis flat and virtually camped on the doorstep.
Its good that she should ask for what she wants, Miriam said doubtfully. But I dont know if Naomi is right for her?
And Naomi is going through a rather er unsettled phase, Louise offered. Miriam nodded, understanding that Naomis rampant promiscuity meant that no-one stayed more than a couple of nights in her elegant flat, and that Viv might force her way in, but would be swiftly bounced when the novelty wore off.
Shes rather brisk, Louise said. I thought she wanted to chair the meeting instead of you.
Shes welcome to it, Miriam said. I have all the meetings I ever want. And things change so slowly!
You do wonderful work, Louise said absent-mindedly. I couldnt do it.
Your contribution is theory, Miriam reassured her. Have you finished that essay on Lawrence yet? Sarah told me she was waiting for it.
Louise thought of the word processor screen still empty of anything but the little winking cursor, and the van in her orchard. How can I work? Every time I look out of the window I see this huge blue van and this mad woman in it with her horrible dog.